That Got Damn (Freestyle)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee] In the spaceman coupe when a nigga ridin' 'round, flyin' saucer 4 hoes on my dick cause a nigga look like Big Poppa Got the ice on my neck and a bitch look like Ghost Rider She five minutes in, hit the dick, now a bitch dumbfounded Young nigga hit the block and came back with the fat pockets Got a bad ass bitch and she eat a dick like a gobstopper Hundred K on the neck and a nigga feel like Big Poppa Stepped out of the whip and a nigga looked like Big Poppa These fuck ass niggas run around and they dick hoppin' I'm the same young nigga back then, I ain't ever clique hoppin' Got a bad ass bitch on my dick and she wanna see my wallet Keep your eyes to yourself, young bitch you don't need to see my pocket Ice all over my neck and my bitch look like Ghost Rider Hit the club, smoke some weed, hit the lean, now a nigga on fire Young nigga came through a nigga never could've came harder Five chains on the neck, goddamn feel like a fuckin' Spartan Got the shield and the sword, now a nigga feel like he a Spartan Three hundred on his neck, goddam nigga feel like moonwalkin' Pull up, Stingray, goddamn, look like a flyin' saucer Bad bitch on the dick and she eat a dick just like sausage [Verse 2: Jace] All in the coupe and I'm all in some Coogi Goddam I'm feelin' like Biggie Bitch in my booth and we might make a movie Goddamn I feel like Swizzy B's in here and I feel like Bizzy, C's in here and I feel like 50 Ceej in red, LightSkinMac in blue Got a whole bunch of G's with me Bustin' a 'rillo, I'm rollin' a 'rillo I'm sorry it took me so long, it was sticky Killin' these niggas ain't nothing much really All of the niggas that's real, they gon' feel me Got a bitch on ice, somethin' like D'usse Magic City Monday money, I'ma throw it all on a Tuesday Put dope on a nigga, smoke on it Dope dun-ta-duns, 400, still blunted, who want it? You could never have a mil', nah I'm 'bout to be worth a mil' Pop a few pills and I'm still on 'em Nigga I'm a real monster Real mobsters watch us cause we bossed up Throwin' shots up 'til the nigga unconscious Better keep your girl locked up 'fore she end up knocked up, nigga [Verse 3: Andrea] I don't know your bitch but the bitch know me Know these niggas out to get me so I stay lowkey If I want it I can get it, never paid no fee But I'd be damned if a nigga ever tried to play me Cause I'm on top, got it on lock Tryna beat me, ye ain't even got a close shot Won't stop, get the job done then I roll up If I ain't the best then I'm creepin' in the 4 top Tell these bitches I'ma kill 'em every chance I get Gotta make it all back from all the cash I spent Pull up in all black with the windows tint And I only want the money if the cash came bent Fuck you sayin'? I'm why they waitin' Those your best friends, bitch why you fakin'? Got a new nigga but kids got taken Boss shoes, new bag but house still vacant Goddamn, I don't understand Dusty ass bitches better learn who I am Sittin' in my throne, higher than the Grand Can' Bitch talkin' slick, tell her get to steppin' like Pam I could give a fuck about you, what your crew done done If you want it, you can get it, nigga your option You lil' niggas all talk, you ain't 'bout nothin' Set it off in the lot and watch you run, run, nigga